I came to the gate of Sweetwood landAnd I was greeted by October rose in full bloom.As I rode into the field upon my 21st century ChariotOn the road between alfalfa and corn not yet pickedMy eyes spied seven lovely deer feeding on the greenAnd in the light of dusk gracefully fled my approach.

I came to a stop before the wood on grassy knollTook off my cloths and stood in fair and warm twilight.I give thanks to the Gods and Goddesses for body and nakednessAnd I take up a bag of grass seed, sow and sing as I cast aboutPraying for peace upon the earth and between women and menThat there may be naked feet in warm seasons to comeTo celebrate freedom and love with drum, dance, chant and laughterRemembering the ancestors and decedents in times to come.

I go and gather my goblet filled with water from two nights agoCharged with sighs, words and sounds of sexual embraceAll acts of love and pleasure are mine says she with a smileYes said he dancing with glee the Green man wearing his hornsAnd together they raised energy for libations on the dark of the MoonFor peace amongst humans, prosperity of Sweetwood and water sharingTo look into each other’s heart and say Thou art Goddess, Thou art God.

I take the goblet to the dark woods entrance and I listen to enterAlong the path down to the circle I go and the trees whisper as I passNaked I enter the circle and go left to the altar and invoke AllThe Goddesses and Gods, the Fairy folk, the animals and plants I pour a Libation in the light of darkness and give thanks to them

Words of blessings and peace for humans and the world we live inWater I pourHopes and visions I speak from my heart may Sweetwood prosperWater I pourThanks for the love of Sweetwood kin and good folk near and farI pour waterFor thirsty hearts and soothing tears of grief where ever they may beI pour waterI share water with the Divine kin and give thanks for the rainbow bridge we shareA sip and the last drop falls upon polished green granite.

Around I go with goblet in my hand walking slowly with quietUp through the woods in communion with the ancient Horned God I walkedOut into the fair grass and night air of Sweetwood land I goTurning I look into the dark wood standing naked and I draw deep breathsAn Owl hoots from deep in the woods and what wisdom is seenI drink the nectar of this sacred moment and know Divine ecstasyDeeply I drink for this time will pass and all this will be a memory.

But not all is lost for my soul is nurtured and treasures of heart have grownThe offerings and gifts I will make when I return to the Summerland again. Join with me some time on the dark of the moon when the weather is fairBring ecstatic water to share and in enthusiasm we will celebrate and honorIn nakedness the Divinity that is in each other’s Soul.